Central High School - Blue and White / Pnalka Yearbook (Springfield, MA)

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THE PNALKA 15 XVhen he came to the Smithsonian Institute he found the department of Paleozoic antiquities in charge of J. Wilbur Chapman DuBois, M.A., Ph.D., LL.D. Mildred Fisk and Annie Gardner were working in the electrical labora- tory on a huge dynamo, which when completed was to make them famous. Bill floated over one of the motion-picture houses of Washington, and saw advertised: All the Latest Film Releases, from the Pen of Miss Miriam Field, and Acted by Your Favorite Movie Stars, Chet Seamans, Dick Oppenheimer, Margaret Brogan, Mae Lynch, Marion Dutcher, Evelyn Flavin, and Mary Fitzgerald. Inside the theater Bill found Ruth Evans leading the splendid orchestra. Another sign announced the latest Victor records, with Frank Robson and Ursula Toomey in duets. In a suburb of the city Willard saw a pretty little building with a quaint sign: japanese Tea Room. Inside he saw Harriet Downs, Miriam Blodgett, Anna Dunleavy, and Doris Stebbins, the proprietors, watching the work of Annie Terry, and Cora Henin, who were decorating the interior. The breeze blew Bill up towards Atlantic City, where he collided with a new apartment airship, occupied by Marion Abbe and Lucy Besse. As he floated over the board walk he heard a sweet voice, and looking down, he beheld Mary Cameron in a bathing suit, sitting on the sand, singing, Who will marry Mary? He also found there Gladys Waldron and Agnes Chapman, who had chosen Atlantic City as a resting-place in their walking tour around the world. On one of the side streets Miss Staples and Miss Stowell, of the local S. P. C. A. were arresting a fish dealer for making a dog pull his cart. Bill was next wafted westward. In a large city of the Middle West, Bill noticed many gaudy posters proclaiming Ringling Bros. Great Show. One of these posters bore a picture of a man lifting an enormous weight. Under the picture were the words, Ed Healey, the strongest man the world has ever known. 'A Can it be possible? thought Bill. just then he found himself directly over the circus grounds. Looking into one of the tents he beheld the strong man performing. Sure enough, it was Healey. A clown next caught his eye. Under the paint he thought he recognized james Mahoney. At that moment a man advanced to the center of the ring and announced, Signor Mahoney will now give a high-class comic performance. Bill's doubts were set at rest. Bill next found himself in Battle Creek, Mich. He passed over a large building. Looking in he found that it was the famous Battle Creek Sanator- ium, and he recognized among the nurses, Caroline Miller, Ruth Vibberts, and Margaret Eden. Ernest Warriner and --? Cornelissen were internes in the sanatorium. Bill was hurried on, ever westward. He paid a flying trip to Texas, where he found Prevost, Speight, and Don Macauley running a large ranch with great success. At last Bill reached San Francisco. In the mint he saw Agnes and Made- line Nichols, who were working for the government. In the same city he also saw Annie Ginsberg, Hertha Lange, and Cecilia Shea, who were pure food in- spectors. It was said that under their watchful regime food adulteration was practically going out of existence.

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'I QQHWM . f v M THE PNALKA Oh, yes, and Alice Powers! What ! Could it be possible! The standard bearer was no other than Abram Sporn ! A gentle breeze wafted Bill along over a fertile, green valley, through which a silvery river threaded its way. Directly beneath him lay a large farm. Num- bers of small children ran hither and thither over the greensward. As Bill swooped nearer the earth, he heard the children chanting in unison. Hurrah for the Fresh Air Farm, and Miss Champlin, Miss Chism, Miss Crawford, and Miss Damon. These four young ladies were the owners and originators of the arm. A little farther down the valley was another farm, where Bill saw hundreds of little black and white animals trotting around. Skunks, he gasped. VVhat in the world is this place? Why, there's a sign, Bulkley, Hawkes, and Porter - Fur Raisersf' In his interest in this discovery Bill nearly collided with a high tower, surmounted by a large dome. Looking in, he beheld a well-equipped astronom- ical observatory. Harding Marsh, and Anna Bemis were busily gazing through the telescopes. An east wind blew Bill toward a large city. In one of the suburbs he en- countered a large building. A modest gold-lettered sign read: A' Miss Eliza- beth Stone's Select School for Young Ladies. Bill's interest in young ladies led him to see who the teachers were. He found Katherine Maxfield, Helen Merriam, and Helen Pease among the faculty. Beth Rugen was right in her element as teacher of physiology. A new feature had recently been added to the curriculum. This was the study of child life taught in the approved Montes- sori method, by Marion Abrams and Amy Neely. In the City Library Bill found Beatrice Scott, Ethel Cole, and Edith Bax- ter acting in the capacity of librarians. Farther on he saw a theater which adver- tised Hazel Kibbe and Doris Roane's Own Company, featuring 'Thomas Burke,' Additional Feature, Chet Hulburt, Irish Comedian. A huge sign on top of the theater advised the populace to take Holton, Hormby, and Hudgin's Celebrated Cough Syrup, and another exploited the merits of Chapin Stone's Marvel Potato Peelerf' In a large building nearby Glenn Burt was making ice-cream, with Blanche's assistance. Bob Snowman, editor of Good Housekeeping, was talking in his office with Alden Converse, whose career had led him onto the lecture platform. Doris Coleman, Florence Cook, and Louise Hurley, the great man's stenographers, were taking down every word he uttered. Bill's guiding breeze now took him to Washington, and in the Senate Cham- ber of our nation's capitol he beheld Sherman Ellis orating on the income tax. As Willard's corpulent form floated over the great city, he noticed that on Pennsylvania Avenue, near H Street, was a fine building in which, he learned, Lindsey Chilson had a fine studio as a photographer. Doris Moore assisted him in the business. Bill Yerrall also had dental parlors in the same building. As he wandered through the Congressional Library, Bill came-upon two volumes, one entitled, Poems of Nature, by Rachel Field, and the other a Concise Criticism of Shakespeare, by Ruth Doggett.

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1 . P rf , , - .sf ,rig 16 THE PNALKA Bill was now swiftly borne northwz rd. When he reached Alaska he found that a huge bridge was in the process of construction, which was to connect Alaska with Siberia. He learned that Walter Van der VVolk's was the brain which had created this gigantic piece of engineering. In a small village near the United States end of the bridge was a tiny meet- ing-house of rough boards. From the interior floated out strains of religious music, produced by a wheezy parlor organ. Peering in through the windows Willard beheld a primitive revival meeting being conducted by Marion Lunan, Ellen Murtagh, and Lidorra Putney, who were missionaries to the northern Indians. Suddenly Bill found himself back in the bungalow. The Yogi was gone, but on the table in the flickering light of the kerosene lamp lay the pictures of the class of '14, a t 1B1'E!3iDBIII'5 2lDIJI'B55 By J. VVILBUR CHAPMAN DUBo1s ll fl BN Q liLl.UWeCLASSMATES: I H vt 57 5 Ls :ash 0 W W i if 52-ss' 'fig We are gathered here to celebrate a day, for which, for four long years, we have anxiously waited. It is a day that not only means much to us now, but one that, in the future, will ever be dear to us, because it will commemorate the last time when we, as a class, were met together. Soon our High School days will be over, and we shall stand face to face with the future. l shall go my way, you, yours, -- perhaps we shall never meet again. The tide of life will surge around us, disappointments overwhelm us. but may our thoughts ever return to our High School years for hope and encouragement. There are myriads of thoughts I might leave with you at this time. but per- haps the most important of these is the assurance that the class of 1914 has made a record of which no one need be ashamed. High scholarship, class spirit, and consideration for the welfare of the school have won for us a by no means inconspicuous place in the annals of the Central High School. It is my heartiest wish that every one who has made a success of these four years will continue throughout his life with that same degree of success. And if there is anyone who thinks he has made a failure, may he start anew and win that success which is bound to come to everyone who really desires it. Now, classmates, as we go out into the bigger, busier, and broader world, let us remember that each new honor gained is one more honor for our class and for our school.